It takes a lot of rehearsing for a man to be himself.

I know you will remember this — that nothing good ever ends. If it did, there would be no people in the world — no life at all, anywhere. And the world is full of people and full of wonderful life.

The basic truth of all things, as nearly as we may ever dream of determining and knowing this truth, is form, that which is, as it is. The way and shape of the thing no less than the thing itself.

Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.

All writers are discontent. That's because they're aware of a potential and believe they're not reaching it.

Genius is play, and man's capacity for achieving genius is infinite, and many may achieve genius only through play.

Human memory works its own wheel, and stops where it will, entirely without reference to the last stop, and with no connection with the next.